Home Poem by Edwina Reizer

While at peace within your home
you find no need to run or roam.
For in your home there seems to be
no quest in sight that is for thee.

Content within the walls you love
as the ceilings watch from up above,
they see a being in their sight
that houses a heart that is light.

Comfort comes from what's inside,
not from mansions found worldwide.
So those that find their home is bliss
have found there's nothing better than this.